Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.